There is no era more than now
to embellish upon lies fallen down centuries
as we sit watching suns going down
drink of lust in our hands,
seeing only visions
Yesterday carved in stone
winds blow away the rushing waves
When all that comes before it,
will be the sound of drums
upon mountains
as soldiers carry swords
to pierce the sides of Adams rib.
None other can come
than the already spoken.
No word, nor refuge for the hallowed
Earth bellows under weight,
In the labour she is in. ~IW~